I had a dream about you. You were trying to swim across the Atlantic Ocean, and I figured I’d help you out so I brought a bucket to the beach and scooped out about a gallon of sea water. I was pleased with myself, because now you’d have that much less water to swim through. People have drowned on a gallon of water, so it’s very likely I saved your life. But I didn’t do it to be honored like a hero, though a parade would be nice. I did it for the free meals and the discounted sex.